The Wind Party

Writing has always been my passion and finding a quiet place to observe my surroundings and write is the reason I chose my little house.  Tranquility!

Today was especially windy.  Leaves clung to their trees and the blooms of spring were hesitant to open to a new day.  Eli, the lab pup, was barking wildly and running about chasing the wind’s flying debris.   The peace was temporary.  Yep.  Eli was just being a normal pup and the spider monkey could not help but be his normal self as well. That is how the rumpus began.

The spider monkey was in the small stand of long leaf pine trees extracting their blooms and tossing them into the wind.  The squirrels had entered the arena and up and down and up and down they went on those pine trees.  The monkey began to shriek and within minutes the entire neighborhood of pets and wild life that lived here were in my yard and each of them was contributing to the conversation! 

Shane came off the porch and tried his best to calm them but only a few dogs sat down and quietly observed.  There were at least eight cats perched on my lawn furniture hoping to catch that monkey off guard.  The wind would sway the young pine tree the monkey was sitting on and he would jump to another limb or another tree. 

I wished for one fleeting second I had an air gun because I would have shot the limb that monkey had begun to dance on.  My next idea; however was best because I began to throw small sticks up in the tree hoping to deter him and eventually force him to go back across the fence and disappear.   I soon ran out of sticks and the yard yielded nothing of consequence for ammunition. 

“Well that does it,” I pronounced rather loudly, as I went back into the house allowing the door to slam behind me.  Upon my return the ammunition had changed drastically and the small apples I brought with me did the trick.  I almost hit that monkey by accident and he stopped and looked at me.  I wasn’t sure what he was planning but I was ready to go to war.  Quiet settled over the yard preceding the monkey’s exit across the small bridge bordering the fish pond and finally over the fence and out of sight.

The animals turned and starred at me as if I had committed a crime in their kingdom.  Even Shane lowered his head and returned to the porch prompting all of them to find their way back home.

Now there is a very good lesson here.  Never break up a party that you are not invited to.  If you do, the party animals will shun you and the next time they gather for over the fence gossip, you will be the subject of their conversation.